Or I did, until you said it that way. I hate being the disappointment in your eyes. And now everytime you smile at me I can only think of the time you couldn't look at me. And everytime you say my name I only hear it the way you said it that day. And maybe you have forgotten, but how can I? I'm not used to being the one messing things up and now I feel like I never want to take that chance again. Because if I never get close to you, we can never hurt each other. But what kind of life would that be? I'm sorry, but that will never make it go away.
I think I liked my fantasy better, but I can't have that anymore either.